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After my morning coffee, it was time to pull out my smother slave—the one who lives in a box under my bed. The box is on wheels and is so convenient. When I wish to forget I own a slave, I simply shove the drawer-like compartment under my bed and forget about him, but when I wish to use him as my toilet slave, a quick pull, and there he is!
Strapped down on his back inside the box that sports two holes. One for his face and one for his erection. Just the feeling of being pulled from under the bed gets him hard because he knows my ass is soon to follow.
Smother The Slave
My tummy rumbles as I sit over the face hole and stretch out my legs to let my toes surround his erection. “So stiff already, little slave?” He tries to answer, but whatever words he speaks are muffled by my fat ass pressing into his nose and mouth. “I don’t actually care.” I reach under me to spread my cheeks wide. Giving space for his nose to fit along my crack, and his tongue works the rim of my delicious asshole.
His only source of nourishment depends on him sucking it from my little backdoor. As he licks and sucks, I strain. True relief is filling his mouth and listening to him choke and gag to get it down. His cock dribbles and leaks from his effort. Nasty little smother slaves only cum when being put to work!
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